Excavating Layers

 

Yesterday we took off Evan’s bandages (the docter said to, so don’t freak).  There were layers and layers of them.  His skin was rubbed raw in spots from all those layers.

Was it a metaphor?  Maybe not for you…but it was for me.  Very few healthy, living things do well when they’re covered in layers.  Even if those layers were meant to protect them.  Layers like the past, old hurts and regrets, outdated ways of looking and dealing with the world around you, prejudices, judgements.  Sometimes you just have to rip the bandage off those old wounds and let them heal out in the light and air.  ‘Nuff said.

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